Biography

For all that he was technically a child of the Muea Tseena pack, Cinco was born on the wrong side of the tracks. His father was never around. He disappeared before Cinco was three years old and hasn't ever been seen or heard from since. That left Cinco's mother to raise him on her own. Like most single-parent families, they weren't rich, by any means. She spent a lot of time carrying two, sometimes three, jobs to make ends meet. As a result, he was actually left, largely, to raise himself.

He was always a rough-and-tumble kid, highly active and always looking for attention. School never sat well with him. He found it too confining. Sure, he was smart enough for it. He just didn't care about it, so he neglected it. He cut classes to hang out with his friends and cruise the neighborhood looking for distractions.

It's no suprise, then, that his teen years saw him fall in with a rough group of guys who slowly drew him into their gang: Los Perros Rojos, "the Red Dogs". In fact, it was they that gave Cinco his street name. (It came from the fact there were five of them that hung out together, when the Dogs first took them in. Each of them adopted an number as name. The irony in Cinco's was that though he seemed to be the omega of the group, he'd quickly rise to be higher in the gang than most of them.)

Like with most gangs, what started out as daredevil thrills and adolescent tests of manhood soon took a spiraling turn into drugs, booze, and petty crime. Of course, Cinco had something of an advantage over the other boys. As his werewolf nature began to assert itself, he found he was quicker, stronger, and sturdier than the rest of them. He could hear better, see better, and smell better, too. It was very, very hard to get the drop on him — and very, very easy for him to get the drop on others. He became the defacto lookout on any jobs they pulled and quickly gained a reputation as an expert streetbrawler, often serving as a 'tank' when he and his buddies got into a scrap. He could take more punishment than they could, and deal out a lot more, too. All of which meant he quickly rose through the ranks.

This sort of activity, however, didn't sit so well with most of his packmates, eventually prompting some of the pack leadership to step in. Pack Alpha, Eli Donato started making it his business to keep an eye on Cinco. He started insisting the 'young pup' learn more about and participate in Muea Tseena traditions. With his military background and long experience as a werewolf, he had a lot he could teach Cinco. What he didn't want, however, was the boy using that knowledge to become a simple thug — or any other sort of thug, for that matter. So he was careful in his instruction.

Cinco grudingly learned what Donato wanted to teach him, and equally grudingly obeyed his rules in the process. Some of it was cool, sure, but a lot of it seemed like a huge waste of time — the discipline, the pack values of family, and 'the protection of all living things'. What the hell was that all about? Far as he was concerned, the Dogs were his family, after all. The pack was little more than a necessary 'evil' he had to endure on account of his two-naturedness.

All that changed, however, sometime early in his twenties. Cinco got in way over his head with Los Perros. Because of his size and strength and speed, he was being asked to take care of bigger and more dangerous jobs. Up until this point, he'd been lucky. He'd gotten away without actually killing anyone — which isn't to say he hadn't seriously injured, even maimed a few along the way. But, for the most part, he'd never had to. The threat of violence was often enough. One night, however, the higher ups in the gang decided it was time to 'put down' one of their rivals that was encroaching far too much on their territory. Cinco was to be part of the raid.

To this day, he won't speak of the details of that night. Suffice it to say, things went south a whole lot faster than anyone had expected. Their rivals were waiting for them. Cinco escaped with his life, but he and his buddy Dos were the only ones that did. That's when things got complicated.

It was obvious someone had tipped off their rivals to the raid. The question was: Who? Dos pointed the finger at Cinco, who couldn't explain his absence from the clubhouse on the nights leading up to the raid. It had been a full moon; he'd had no choice… but he couldn't tell them that. And claiming he had a 'family function' didn't work either, since Los Perros insisted that they were supposed to be his family, now — not to mention the fact his mother had died when he was eighteen.

Now, the truth was that Dos was using Cinco as a scapegoat for his own actions. But, the higher ups in Los Perros didn't know that. While some of them had a hard time believing Cinco would betray them, Dos was able to come up with so-called proof that was pretty damning. As a result, the gang put out a death warrant on him. He became an outlaw in their territory, while being entirely unwelcome in just about every other territory in the city at the same time. Sure, Cinco tried to clear his name, but he couldn't. Dos knew him too well and knew just how to frame him up right. So although he did discover Dos' treachery, but no one believed him. As far as they were concerned, it was nothing more than an attempt to shift the blame.

He was cornered, one night, attacked by many of the guys he used to call friends. Fast and strong as he was, there were too many for him to fend off on his own. He went down and very likely would have been killed… except a large, grizzled wolf intervened. No one knew where it came from, but that Cinco was protected by it has since become legend among Los Perros Rojos.

The wolf, of course, was Donato. The Alpha took Cinco home, that night. He cared for him as he mended… and chastised him soundly for 'being so stupid' as to get involved with any of it. He also set out new ground rules for the younger man, rules that focused on cleaning Cinco up and bringing his attention back to the pack and its traditions.

"You wanna fight? You fight for the right things. You fight for the Pack and what it stands for." Donato insisted Cinco return to the Comanche roots of the pack. He shaped the young 'brave' by requiring him to learn the history of the pack and participate in those traditions that would inevitably lead him to the Warriors Trial.

Once Cinco had passed the Trial, and had formally left his old life with Los Perros beyhind, Donato began giving him more and more responsibility. He became one of the pack's chief protectors, though his loyalty remained more with Donato personally than anyone else. Donato had saved him when everyone else had rejected him. Of all the Pack, Donato was the only one that had taken an interest in him. Donato was the one he owed, no one else. In fact, his unswerving loyalty to the man that had saved him led him to become a fiercer pack enforcer than he might otherwise have been. As before, he rose up through the ranks of the pack — partly because of Donato's favour, and partly because he'd learned his lessons well. Maybe he wasn't the most sociable of 'wolves, but he was certainly one of the most focussed… and the one Donato came to rely on when the chips were down… ultimately as Beta.

Cinco continues to serve the pack as Beta. It's possible he could ascend to the post of Alpha, one day, but it won't be through challenge. He's too much Donato's man for that. And it won't be until he learns to make nice with other people just a little better, too. Fortunately, it doesn't look like Donato's going anywhere soon. Especially not with Cinco at his back.

Character Details

Cinco's a product of the School of Hard Knocks. As a result, he's a little rough around the edges. He plays everything really close to the chest. A lot of people think he's surly and unapproachable. Those closer to him (not that there are many) would instead describe him as quiet and guarded. More well-adjusted now that he has been in the past, thanks to Donato, Cinco will never be the life of the party. But neither will he start cracking heads just because he can. Now, he'll actually wait for a 'good cause' before he throws the first punch. (Of course, his definition of 'good cause' varies according to how much drink he's had and how irritated he's become.) He's serious, a little broody, and not one to suffer fools gladly. He trusts very, very few, and is totally loyal to even fewer. In fact, Donato's the only one that can assert any sort of claim on his loyalty whatsoever, these days. He's assertive, sometimes aggressive, and quite dominant within the pack. He's also entirely disinclined to waste time with anything he considers trival or undeserving of his time. That said, he cares very deeply about the well-being of Eli Donato and the Muea Tseena Pack, and thus will do whatever he deems necessary to protect and defend all of them.

Brawler/Enforcer

Cinco grew up on the streets, learning to defend himself with his fists, his body, and whatever other makeshift weapons happened to be on hand. (He can use a gun, but he's not inclined to.) He was a gang enforcer for years, now he's the pack enforcer. He's very good at what he does, and what he does isn't always nice.

Streetwise

Having spent so many years in Los Perros Rojos, Cinco knows a good deal more than your average citizen (and even average cop) about life on the streets — who to trust, who to avoid, where territories begin and end, who's in charge, who wants to be in charge… all of that. Even these days, his gang days long behind him, he keeps his ear to the ground, if only to protect himself from anyone that still wants to come after him.

Tough

Cinco's a tough nut to crack. He's a little stronger than most others like him, if only because he works at it. He can also withstand a more than most of them, mentally and physically, if only because he's had more practice. Silver bullets will still kill him, but he's pugnacious enough to hang in there right until the very end… and then just a tiny bit more.

Blood In, Blood Out

Most gangs have a policy that to get in, you gotta shed some blood — yours or someone else's. That's mirrored with an exit policy that states the only way out of the gang to die — probably well-before your time. Thanks to Eli, Cinco escaped the Los Perros Rojos before he had to actually die to do it. But, that doesn't mean he's actually home scot-free. Indeed, there are still Los Perros members out there that hold a grudge, and that just might be willing to take their chances in an attempt to kill the 'traitor'. More than that, one of the easiest ways to gain entry to and respect in the gang is to kill a member that's broken the rules. As a result, Cinco needs to watch his step, especially when in North Dallas and Los Perros territory.

Recovering Alcoholic

Cinco was never much into drugs, but he was into booze. At first, it was just a way to fit in with the gang. Because, at first, he had such a high tolerance for the stuff, he tended to drink a lot. Even his tolerance could be exceded, however. He became a functional alcoholic. In the gang, it wasn't hard to be the 'human' equivalent of a trained doberman. Drunk or sober, he was one helluva fighter. But, being drunk made him prone to berserker rages, which the gang lieutenants often found advantageous. Eli, however, didn't like it, didn't like an of his 'wolves that far out of control. Thus, when he rescued Cinco from Los Perros, he also rescued him from the drink, insisting that he clean himself up. Cinco has done so, but that doesn't mean he's not in danger of backsliding when things get tough. And things almost always seem tough to him. Thus, now, he doesn't drink, because if he does, he won't stop until someone gets hurt. Possibly himself.

Son of a guy that used to be friends with the Pack. Kid stopped in to tell us the old man's gone rogue and to watch our backs. Not a bad kid. Seer. Should probably listen when he starts asking odd questions and making odder predictions.

Player Notes:

Being Pack Beta, as far as I'm concerned, comes with OOC responsibilities as well as IC responsibilities. Chief among them is getting my tail out onto the grid to RP with anyone that wants it. (Just 'cause I'm antisocial ICly, doesn't mean I'm that way OOCly… or that I can't find some reason for the wolfman to be out on the town.) Thus, feel free to page me or get on chan in-game, if you want a scene.

Also, one of the projects I've taken on is sorting out the IC history of the Pack. So, if you have information you think would be helpful, please let me know. Page, @mail, or moc.liamg|ptm5ocnic#liame is fine.

Finally, if you're not part of the Pack, but want to become associated with it somehow, let me know. I'm sure we can find some way to make it work.

Cinco stops for coffee at the Bean Scene, where he runs into both Leigh and Abbey. The former gives him a message to pass on to Donato. The latter finds herself the focus of an impromptu interview by the MTP Beta.

Jesse and Cinco tangle with a bunch of gangbangers near the Projects.WARNING: Very coarse language.OOC NOTE:Police and Journalist characters should contact Cinco (page or @mail) for information on what details are available to them.